1. W.
When shall14Q0487 we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, and in ^note rain?

2. W.
When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won:

3. W.
That will be ere th' set of sun.

1. W.
Where the place?

2. W.
Upon the heath:

3. W.
There to meet with great Macbeth. ^note

1. W.
I come:—Grimalkin!

all.
Padocke ^note calls:—Anon.—
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air. SCENE II. A Camp, near Foris. Alarums. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants; a Soldier meeting them.

Dun.
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

Mal.
This is the serjeant,
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity:—Hail ^note, hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou did'st leave it.

Sol.
Doubtful it stood14Q0488;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their art. The merciless Macdonel ^note
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villanies ^note of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western isles
Of Kernes ^note and Gallow-glasses ^note is supply'd; ^note
And fortune, on his damned quarrel ^note smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandisht steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
(Like valour's minion) carved out his passage,
'Till he had fac'd the slave:
And ne'er ^note shook hands, nor bad farewel to him,
'Till he unseam'd him from the nave to ^note the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun.
O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman!

Sol.
As whence the sun14Q0489 'gins his ^note reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break ^{note note};
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort wells. ^note Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,

Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbisht arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, brave Macbeth and Banquo?

Sol.
Yes;
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;
So they doubly redoubl'd strokes on the ^note foe:
Except they meant to bath in reeking ^note wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell:—
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Dun.
So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both:—Go, get him surgeons. [Exeunt Some with the Soldier.
But who comes here? Enter Rosse, and Angus.

Mal.
The worthy thane of Rosse.

Len.
What haste ^note looks through his eyes! So should he look14Q0490,
That seems to speak things strange.

Ros.
God save the king!

Dun.
Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?

Ros.
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
And fan our people cold.
Norway, himself with numbers terrible ^note,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict:
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,

Confronted him with self comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And to conclude,
The victory fell on us.

Dun.
Great happiness!

Ros.
Now Sweno, Norway's ^note king, craves composition:
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
'Till he disbursed, at saint Colme's ^note hill,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun.
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest:—Go, pronounce ^note his present death,
And with his former title greet ^note Macbeth.

Ros.
I'll see it done.

Dun.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1. W.
Where hast thou been, sister?

2. W.
Killing swine.

3. W.
Sister, where thou?

1. W.
A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap,
And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht; Give me, quoth I:
Aroint thee, witch, the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the tiger:
But in a sive I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

2. W.
I'll give thee a wind.

1. W.
Thou'rt kind.

3. W.
And I another.

1. W.
I myself have all the other;

And the very points ^note they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I'the ship-man's card.
I'll drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.

2. W.
Shew me, shew me.

1. W.
Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wreckt, as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

3. W.
A drum, a drum;
Macbeth doth come.

all.
The weird sisters,14Q0491 hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace, the charm's wound up. Enter Macbeth, and Banquo, journeying; Soldiers, and Others, at a Distance,

Mac^b.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Ban.
How far is't call'd to Foris? ^note—What are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth,
And yet are on't?—Live you? or are you ought
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying

Upon her skinny lips: You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Mac^b.
Speak, if you can; What are you?

1. W.
All-hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

2. W.
All-hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

3. W.
All-hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.

Ban.
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?—I'the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having, and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not;
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.

1. W.
Hail!

2. W.
Hail!

3. W.
Hail!

1. W.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

2. W.
Not so happy, yet much happier.

3. W.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So, all-hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

1. 2.
Banquo, and Macbeth, all-hail!

Mac^b.
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death,14Q0492 I know, I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman: and, to be king,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence

You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetick greeting? Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish.

Ban.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them:—Whither are they vanish'd?

Mac^b.
Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted,
As breath into the wind. 'Would they had stay'd!

Ban.
Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten o' the insane root,
That takes the reason prisoner?

Mac^b.
Your children shall be kings.

Ban.
You shall be king.

Mac^b.
And thane of Cawdor too; Went it not so?

Ban.
To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here? Enter Rosse, and Angus.

Ros.
The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders14Q0493 and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks;
Nothing afeard of what thyself did'st make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail,
Came post on post ^note; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

Ang.
We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald ^note thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.

Ros.
And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bad me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

&clquo;Ban.
&clquo;What, can the devil speak true?&crquo;

Mac^b.
The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me
In borrow'd ^note robes?

Ang.
Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway ^note; or did ^note line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

&clquo;Mac^b.
&clquo;Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:&crquo;
&clquo;The greatest is behind.&crquo;—Thanks for your pains.—
&clquo;Do you not hope your children shall be kings,&crquo;
&clquo;When those, that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,&crquo;
&clquo;Promis'd no less to them?&crquo;

&clquo;Ban.
&clquo;That, trusted home,&crquo;
&clquo;Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,&crquo;
&clquo;Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:&crquo;
&clquo;And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,&crquo;
&clquo;The instruments of darkness tell us truths;&crquo;
&clquo;Win us with honest trifles, to betray us&crquo;
&clquo;In deepest consequence.&crquo;—Cousins, a word, I pray you. [talks with Rosse and Angus apart.

&clquo;Mac^b.
&clquo;Two truths are told,&crquo;
&clquo;As happy prologues to the swelling act&crquo;
&clquo;Of the imperial theme.&crquo;—I thank you, gentlemen.—
&clquo;This supernatural solliciting&crquo;

&clquo;Cannot be ill; cannot be good: If ill,&crquo;
&clquo;Why hath it given me earnest of success,&crquo;
&clquo;Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:&crquo;
&clquo;If good, why do I yield to that suggestion&crquo;
&clquo;Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,&crquo;
&clquo;And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,&crquo;
&clquo;Against the use of nature? Present fears14Q0494&crquo;
&clquo;Are less than horrible imaginings:&crquo;
&clquo;My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical,&crquo;
&clquo;Shakes so my single state of man, that function&crquo;
&clquo;Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is,&crquo;
&clquo;But what is not.&crquo;

Ban.
Look, how our partner's rapt.

&clquo;Mac^b.
&clquo;If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me&crquo;
&clquo;Without my stir.&crquo;

Ban.
New honours come upon him
Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mold,
But with the aid of use.

&clquo;Mac^b.
&clquo;Come, what come may:&crquo;
&clquo;Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.&crquo;

Ban.
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Mac^b.
Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.—
&clquo;Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time,&crquo;
&clquo;The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak&crquo;
&clquo;Our free hearts each to other.&crquo;

&clquo;Ban.
&clquo;Very gladly.&crquo;

&clquo;Mac^b.
&clquo;'Till then, enough.&crquo;—Come, friends. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Foris. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and Attendants.

Dun.
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not ^note
Those in commission yet return'd?

Mal.
My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him dye: who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he dy'd
As one that had been study'd in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd
As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun.
There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.—O worthiest cousin! Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, Angus, and Others.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of ^note recompence is slow
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd;
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine: only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Mac^b.
The service and the loyalty I owe,
In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part14Q0495
Is to receive our duties: and our duties

Are to your throne and state, children, and servants;
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
Safe toward ^note your love and honour.

Dun.
Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban.
There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.

Dun.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, ^note thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompany'd, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.—From hence ^note to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.

Mac^b.
The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

Dun.
My worthy Cawdor!

&clquo;Mac^b.
&clquo;The prince of Cumberland! that is a step,&crquo;
&clquo;On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,&crquo;
&clquo;For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires,&crquo;
&clquo;Let not light see my black and deep desires:&crquo;
&clquo;The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,&crquo;

&clquo;Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.&crquo; [Exit Macbeth.

Dun.
True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;
And in his commendations I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading.

L. M^b.

&stellam; &stellam; &stellam; &stellam; &stellam; &stellam; &stellam; They met me14Q0496 in the day of success: and I have learn'd by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hail'd me, thane of Cawdor; by which title before these weird sisters saluted me, and refer'd me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be. This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues ^note of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel.

And that's what rather ^note thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chástise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from ^note the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem Enter an Attendant.
To have thee crown'd withal.—What is your tidings?

Att.
The king comes here to-night.

L. M^b.
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Att.
So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.

L. M^b.
Give him tending,
He brings great news. [Exit Att.] The raven himself is hoarse,
That croaks the fatal enterance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, all you spirits,
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! ^note Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoak of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes;

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, hold!—Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter Macbeth.
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present time, and I feel now
The future in the instant.

Mac^b.
My dear'st love,
Duncan comes here to-night.

L. M^b.
And when goes hence?

Mac^b.
To-morrow, as he purposes.

L. M^b.
O, never
Shall sun that morrow see.
Your face, my thane,14Q0497 is as a ^note book, where men
May read strange matters: To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Mac^b.
We will speak further.

L. M^b.
Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth with Torches. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Macduff, Banquo, Lenox, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.

Dun.
This castle hath a pleasant seat ^note; the air

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle sense. ^note14Q0498

Ban.
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet ^note, does approve,
By his lov'd mansionry ^note, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly ^note here: no jutting ^note frieze,
Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle:
Where they most ^note breed, and haunt, I have observ'd,
The air is delicate. Enter Lady Macbeth.

Dun.
See, see, our honour'd hostess!—
The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love: Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid god-ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

L. M^b.
All our service
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep, and broad, wherewith
Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits. ^note

Dun.
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

L. M^b.
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt;
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,

Still to return your own.

Dun.
Give me your hand:
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter, and pass over, a Sewer, and divers Servants, with Dishes and Service; then Enter Macbeth.

Mac^b.
If it were done, when 'tis done,14Q0499 then 'twere well
It were done quickly: If the assassination
Could tramel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of ^note time,
We'd jump the life to come. But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor ^note: This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredience of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murtherer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath born his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off:
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherúbin, hors'd

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, Enter Lady Macbeth.
And falls on the other—How now! What news?

L. M^b.
He has almost supt; Why have you left the chamber?

Mac^b.
Hath he ask'd for me?

L. M^b.
Know you not, he has?

Mac^b.
We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.

L. M^b.
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting I-dare-not wait upon I-would,
Like the poor cat i'the adage?

Mac^b.
Pr'ythee, peace:
I dare do14Q0500 all that may become a man;
Who dares do more ^note, is none.

L. M^b.
What beast was't then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;

And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place,
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves; and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know
How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dasht the brains out, had I but ^note so sworn
As you have done to this.

Mac^b.
If we should fail?

L. M^b.
We fail.
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convince,
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receit of reason
A limbeck only; When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lye ^note, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spungy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

Mac^b.
bring ^note forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber, and ^note us'd their very daggers,
That they have don't?

L. M^b.
Who dares receive it other,

As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?

Mac^b.
I am settl'd, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

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